Image of Idolatry Lyrics

Scrupulously etching away at this frail existence
The "master craftsmen" carving his own image of idolatry

Years spent creating
This effigy, this monument
This image, vocation, reputation

It is as fragile as glass
It is as fragile as glass
It is as fragile as glass
It is as fragile as glass

With every stoke of your hammer
This sculpture of self deteriorates
The cannibals rejoice, as you choke

For what?
For what is your life it is even a vapor
It is here for a moment and disappears

Scrupulously etching away at this frail existence
The "master craftsmen" carving his own image of idolatry
Worshipping nothing more
Than a concept of "me"

Take the broken shards of my life
With breath of flames
Breathe life into me again
New creation